Time To Laugh- From Vicky

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It's time for another funny story! I'm so glad that Vicky sent me another one to share. It let's me know I'm not alone in the I-have-multiple-embarrassing-moments category. So many of you have told me you can't think of any to share. Odd, because I can think of at least 4 more of mine that I haven't shared yet! I'm basically a big walking embarrassing moment waiting to happen. Don't worry, I'll be sharing them soon.

My husband was at work. The kids had just laid down for a nap. I stepped out the back door to get some fresh air. As I stood enjoying my moment of solitude, I smelled something not-so-lovely. From the side of my back porch came the smell of gas. That's where our grill happened to be. I sniffed around it, noticed a hissing sound, and found that the propane tank was leaking. I totally freaked out. If that thing blew up, it could totally ruin our house, maybe hurt my poor babies. That was crazy scary.

So I did what any sane, rational-thinking woman would do- I called 911.

The dispatcher promptly contacted the fire department. This was a dangerous situation, after all.

I waited, patient and frantic at the same time, for them to arrive. As I waited, I checked the grill repeatedly to make sure it hadn't exploded yet. (Because I wouldn't know if it had if I weren't checking it.) I also checked out front to see if the fire department had shown up yet. At this point they hadn't, but a friend of mine had pulled in front of my house. I told her all about what had happened. She went to the backyard with me to check it out.

Then she showed me something . She showed me that the propane tank on my grill had a mysterious handle on it.... at least it was mysterious to me. What was it for? Turns out it was a shut-off valve. And it happened to be turned on. She did a righty-tighty on that shut-off valve. The hissing stopped. No more gas smell.

Oh my, that's a little embarrasing. But still....

....Yay! My house and kids wouldn't blow up after all! That is really good news.

Then.... the firemen showed up..... in a big, red fire truck.

And I had to explain what had happened....while my neighbors stood on their porches. Watching. I had to explain that my husband (yes, I'm blaming it on him) left the grill on.... and all I had to do was turn it off.... and that nothing was in imminent danger of exploding.

Thanks Vicky! If you would like to send in a story to be shared, you can e-mail me at jamielb_03@hotmail.com. We could all use a little laugh!